Jon Fratelli Santo Domingo
Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
(repeat)
Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes.
Cigarette changed, dressed in greens and blues
Leave your sick boy and his skinny friends
Suck the life from all those burlesque bends
Bring peaches and a Kalaida-phone.
We'll call and see if the stars are home.
Play chopsticks on my guitar,
Drive backwards in your one wheeled car
Chorus
Come and meet me when the lights are low.
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo.
(x2)
Bring your headcase and his jealous eyes
Looks a right dog, in shirts and ties
Bring your sisters on day release
Ten green bottles and the eyelid police
Bridge
Play me some banjo make me some noise
Take me for granted, tell my children got no choice
Pour me a little gravy, protect my muse.
Torture me outta my dumb little mind
And leave me all confused
Make my head swim.
Chorus
Come and meet me when the lights are low.
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play your rap song on the piano,
Die happy Santo Domingo
(repeat)
